Yu and Mi – (Part 1)

September 9th 2015:
Not only that day was special for me, but also the place. I have been to Mumbai many times before, but for the first time after my birth day, I was in my birth place, Mumbai on the day of my birthday, which was on 9th September. I had planned last month that I will start a series on my birthday, but recently some events took me back and kept me busy and involved in them. I am back to home from Mumbai. Though the reason for this trip to Mumbai was quite disturbing, but I think it was all written..

Yu and Mi
(Part-1)

** This is a work of fiction **
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It was the day when I realized that my heart doesn’t beat only for me.

“Can I come in madam?” I requested, standing outside of the class, to the teacher who was roaming in the class with her hawk eyes on each and every student.

“You are late.” she said with a loud voice.

“Madam, I can explain”, I said.

“Just because you can complete the exam paper in 2 hours, it doesn’t mean you can come late to the examination hall by an hour” she said indicating to the conversation which we had in earlier classes of her in which I had mentioned that I can complete my examination in 2 hours. Damn!
I was thinking what to say on this, when the teacher herself said “Come in”.
“Thank you mam”. I said with a half-hearted smile.

**After a few moments**

Sitting in a room where the temperature was trying to touch the double the hours in a day(48), I was trying to concentrate on the paper that lay in front of me. I tried my best to read the first question of AWP (Antennas and wave Propagation) paper, but my thoughts were completely occupied by the incident that took place in the morning. It felt like that the topics which I have prepared the previous day, were getting dried in my brain and were falling down along with sweat. I saw around the Examination hall, the students (murderers) were doing their best for what they are known for. Everyone was killing thousands of words and sentences, then burying them in 32 page graveyard. May the words rest in peace, I thought.

Then I slowly looked up for some inspiration to write something. But no use. I blamed electricity for this. Just like a helicopter doesn’t fly unless its wings are rotating in a circular motion on the top of it, in the same way students’ thoughts doesn’t fly unless the the three winged fan rotates in a circular motion. No power.

I looked outside of the room, which is on the 4th floor of the college. There were dozens of vehicles moving on the roads of the college. Instantly I felt more fearful. A body completely dipped in blood appeared in front of me. I saw the depth in his eyes which were calling for help. I closed my eyes. It kept haunting me. I don’t know what I wrote in this mid 1 paper. Somehow, I was confident (not completely though) that I will do better in Mid exam 2, as it’s the best of these two exams, mid 1 and mid 2, that counts in the main examination result. After few moments, teacher tapped on my bench showing her watch! I would have said “Wow! Fastrack, it’s a brand!”, if I was not disturbed. But I was disturbed, so I didn’t say anything. She took my paper.

I rushed out of the class, then went running down the stairs. I called for an auto and said “Apollo Hospitals”.

I stepped into the hospital, dozens of people were roaming here and there enquiring whereabouts of their relatives who were admitted in the hospital. I snaked through all of them and reached the help desk. “Mr. Karan Mehra”, I said to the Nurse in blue,  asking about his admitted room!
She checked her book and said 304, and asked me how is he related to me. I simply said “Uncle”.

I ran upstairs for the 3rd floor. Even though there were lifts, they were already crowded by a queue of people waiting to move to upper floors. I was trembling as I reached the room in which he was admitted. I can’t think beyond what happened this morning. As I went into the room, I was dumb struck.

A beautiful girl in parrot green salwar kameej was sitting near a man who was in his 40’s and laying down on bed and was dressed in blue. For an instant I forgot why I came here. Everything was blank. Time seemed as if it had stopped. My eyes felt as if they had found their portal to fall into. My heart felt as if it has found a permanent dweller. My brain felt as if it has found a person to whom it can allot all the neurons in the will. I was falling deeper, deeper and deeper into her eyes, even though they were not looking at me.
“Who are you?”, she asked me when she saw me coming inside.
I was about to say, you are the mother of thoughts that took birth in my brain within 9 seconds I first saw you. But then the man on the bed spoke,
“Hey, my son, Thank you so much. It’s because of you I am breathing today. God bless you son. I am glad that there is still humanity alive in this Kalyug. Come come sit. Rashmi beta, he is the boy who saved me today morning during the accident. He brought me to this hospital and called your mom in the morning to rush into the hospital.”

RASHMI

“But mom is in Delhi dad. She called me and told about this accident and the hospital where you are admitted.” She said feeling guilty even though there was no mistake from her side.

“Thank you uncle” I said and thought what to say next. “I am happy that you are safe and sound here”.
He felt glad. Even the girl. The portal came walking towards me and shaked her hand with mine. Seeing her eyes from such a small distance, I saw my reflection in her eyes. The image that appeared in her eyes was looking very happy. My eyes were working faster than my brain. My mouth was out of words. Her “Thank you” was echoing throughout my body.

“It was my responsibility to save the person who was crying for help, I am glad that he was your father”. I said with a constant smile. She smiled and nodded and then said “That’s so good of you”.

“Coffee?” I asked. There were thousands of words I could have said, but I don’t know how this word came out of my mouth. I am somewhat safer because we were at a sound distance from her father.
“Do you think I will come for coffee with you leaving my dad in this hospital?” She said almost with a shock.
“And why should I come for coffee with you? It doesn’t mean that if you saved my dad’s life, I should come for coffee with you”

She was stabbing, with my heart as the target.

I was disappointed, not with her, but with myself. I went near to the bed.
“Get well soon uncle. Wishing a quick recovery.” I said with a 100% forced smile.
I reached the door and was about to leave. But life had a different plan for me. Rashmi came near the door and said, “I can’t come for coffee, but we can meet here, in this hospital tomorrow.”
I was elated. I tried to suppress my happiness.
“But tell me one reason why should I meet you tomorrow?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that you saved my dad”.
It’s difficult to understand these complex femaletic creatures. I thought for a while on this. And then the creativity inside me came into picture.
“There is some part of you in me and some part of me in you.” I said with a smile.
“What? How come?” she said with a puzzled look.
“There is Yu in my name, Abhimanyu and Mi in your name, Rashmi.”

She was impressed I should say.
“Let’s meet tomorrow then” she said hiding her laughter.
I should have gone by now but my mouth works faster than my brain,
“To meet you tomorrow is like meeting you the next week.” I said this without the permission of my brain. I hoped that I haven’t spoiled this once again. I was eagerly waiting for her reply.

“Then let’s meet next week.”

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They say it’s all fate

Sometimes I wonder, can we ever understand the working principle of the life? Whenever I see my face in a mirror, I can see my skin in which I live, but I cannot see myself, SOUL. I can see my nose, but I cannot see the air. I can see my mouth, but I cannot see the words. I can see my tongue, but I cannot see the taste. I can see the things in light, but I cannot see the natural light itself. And nowadays we can see humans, but not the humanity in humans (no harm intended).

Not everything in this world is just to be seen so that they can be believed and understood. The most important things in our life often occur unseen. So never believe in things only which you see, also believe in things which you feel to exist. Because they exist. They exist and have their own ways to make an impact on your life. They know when to enter your life and make you better as a person in life.

Problems don’t make you weaker. They just do the opposite.

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Life is playing all its cards and testing us. At present I am 1000+ miles away from my home. This has been a sudden visit to Mumbai with my grand parents. It is occupying most of the time now. One of my relatives have passed away in Worli , so we have to come. Everyone is in utter shock because he was not at all ill.  And they say, it’s all fate. Just wish that his soul rest in peace.
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Have a good time. Thanks for reading..

Don’t measure life, because it is dimension-less

Life is not something which you can measure, because for a chance to measure, you need dimensions.

Some people in order to measure this so called life, take appearance of people as dimensions and their work as units of measurement. But they forget that our bodies are just vessels to give a shape to our dimension less soul. But our soul doesn’t live in our body, it stays in the thoughts we think, which are even dimension-less. We can excel only by giving a direction to it.

That’s the very reason why we meditate. Meditation doesn’t keep a limit on our thoughts, it just gives a direction to our thoughts. We close our eyes during meditation because it helps us in travelling to the depth of our soul and gaining some command on our thoughts.

Our words are very powerful beyond measure. While listening, they enter through our ears, then raise to our brain and fall into our heart. While reading, they raise to our eyes, then to our brain and finally fall into our heart. And from heart they are circulated to our whole body inspiring each and every bit of our existence.

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We cannot change our thoughts, but we can change the way we think. Our mind just keeps on thinking. Sometimes they may be meaningful sometimes they may not be. But if we give a direction to these thoughts they may sound somewhat more meaningful. Never measure any one just because their thoughts are wandering direction-less. Give a direction to their thoughts. Who knows it may give you, your direction of life!

Our life is not given us to measure, but to treasure. Not to feel any pressure, but to be someone’s pleasure. Not to be someone’s eraser, but to be someone’s inspirer. 

Keep directing your thoughts in the direction of your passion. That’s the direction of this life. Thanks for reading.

The best is yet to come

You will never feel happy, if you give some space in your heart on rent to negativity and ego. Because they may occupy your heart. Then where will happiness stay?

Our source of happiness is not in the things or the people we see. The source of happiness is in the way we see them. If you use your eyes not only for seeing beautiful things, but also for seeing the beauty in things, you will always be happy. There’s beauty in everything, if you don’t see it, either you are seeing it from the wrong angle or at the wrong time.

Even though the memories are stored in brain, the links to those memories are stored in our heart. So don’t think that people stay in your mind, they stay in your heart. If you keep people in brain (Enmity and hatred), then you will feel heavy and gloomy. If you keep people in your heart (love and care), then you feel lighthearted and happy.

You don’t have to step down on every station, the train of your life stops. You are on this journey of life for a particular destination. Stops are not the destinations, they are just the assessment times of your life. Analyze what has happened in your life and try to improve yourself. You don’t have to prove that to anyone. Just keep doing what makes you happy. Don’t hurt anyone in that process. As they say the best days of our life are yet to come. Believe it.

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If things are not going your way, it’s just that the things are trying to tell you to follow a new way. The better way.

Life is not same to everyone. Some count days as +1 and some count as -1. What’s the point in being sad and feeling worried. You can live life in thousand ways on a single day. Do what makes you happy, as happiness is like air. You have to breath it to feel it. Be happy. Breath happiness. Stay inspired.

Thanks for reading.

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It’s been a week since my last post. No, I didn’t run away just because they said our world is going to end by the end of this September. The reason is that my mother fell down of a slope and has injured herself last Friday, and now she is absolutely fine. Doctor has applied a white cement bandage around her right hand for three weeks. She is feeling good now. So all well then. Take Care. Have fun with work. Thanks for reading.
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